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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.