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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.