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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.