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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
X-101,
PIL,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.