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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Faust,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.