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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.