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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.