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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.