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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.