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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.