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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.