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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.