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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.