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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.