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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.