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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.