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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.