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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.