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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.