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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.