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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.