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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Japan,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.