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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.