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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.