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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Residents,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.