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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.