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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
JFA,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.