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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.