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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.