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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.