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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.