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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Index,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
June Days,
Brick,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.