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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.