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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Crime,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.