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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.