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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.