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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.