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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Wire,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.