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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.