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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.