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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.