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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.