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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.