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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Technova,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.