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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Television,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.