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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.