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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.