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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.