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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.