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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.