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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.