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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.