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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.