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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.