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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.