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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.