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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.