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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.