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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.