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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Smog,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.