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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.