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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.