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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
The Litter,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.