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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.