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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.