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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.