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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.