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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.