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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.