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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.