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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.