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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.