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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.