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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.