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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.