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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.