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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.