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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.