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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.