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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.