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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.