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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.