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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.