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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.