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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.