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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.