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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.