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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.