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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.