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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Television,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Organ,
Technova,
Black Pus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.