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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.