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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.