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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.