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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Josef K,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.