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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.