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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.