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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.