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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Move,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.