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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.