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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.