Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.