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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.