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 France and from Jakarta.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.