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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Television,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Average White Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.