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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.