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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.