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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
UT,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.