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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.