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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.