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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.