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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.