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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.