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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.