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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.