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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.