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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.