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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.