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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Technova,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.