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 Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Gong,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Crime,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.