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 United States 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.