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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Names,
MC5,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.