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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.