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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.