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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.