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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.