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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.