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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Monks,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.