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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.