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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.