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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.