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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.