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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica 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 disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.