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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.