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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Cameo,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.