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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.