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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Scientists,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.