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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.