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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Human League,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Kayak,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.