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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.