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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 organ 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.