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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.