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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Erasure,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.