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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.