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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.