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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
X-102,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.