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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.