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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.