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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Can,
UT,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.