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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
UT,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.