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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.