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 Zambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.