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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.