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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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John Cale,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.