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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
PIL,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.