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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Television,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.