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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
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.