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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.