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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.