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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.