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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.