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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.