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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.