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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Zapp,
CMW,
Skaos,
AZ,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.