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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.