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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.