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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.