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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.