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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.