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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.