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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.