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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.