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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.