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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.