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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.