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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.