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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.