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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.