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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.