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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.