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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.