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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.