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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
MC5,
Motorama,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.