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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.