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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.