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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.