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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.