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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Monks,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.