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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.