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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.