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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.