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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.