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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.