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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.