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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Wire,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.