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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.