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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.