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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.