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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.