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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.