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 Morocco 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Index,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.