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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Television,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.