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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
the Association,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.