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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.