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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.