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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.