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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
DNA,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.