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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.