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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.