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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.