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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.