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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Visage,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.