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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
ABC,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.