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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.