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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.