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 Mumbai.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.