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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.