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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
New Order,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.