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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.