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 South Sudan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.