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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
The Move,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.