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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.