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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.