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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.