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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.