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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.