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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.