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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.