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 London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Index,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.