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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.