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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.