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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.