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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.