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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.