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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.