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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.