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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.