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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Index,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.