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 Philadelphia.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.