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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.