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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
EPMD,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.