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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.