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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
the Association,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.