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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.