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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.