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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.