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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.