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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.