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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Hoover,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.