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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Smog,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.