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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.