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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.