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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.