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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.