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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Television,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.