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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.