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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.