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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.