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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.