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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.