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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.