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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.