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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.