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 Armenia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
10cc,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.