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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.