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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.