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 Cuba and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.