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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.