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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.