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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.