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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.