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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.