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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.