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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.