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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.