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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.