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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.