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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
10cc,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.