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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
X-101,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.