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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.