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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.