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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.