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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.