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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.