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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.