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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.