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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.