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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.