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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.