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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.