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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.