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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.