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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.