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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.