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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.