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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.