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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.