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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.