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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.