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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Crime,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.