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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.