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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.