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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.