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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 10cc to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.