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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.