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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Franke,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.