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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.