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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
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.