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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.