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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.