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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lalann,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Index,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.