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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.