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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.