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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.