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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.