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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.