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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
the Human League,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.