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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.