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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.