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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.