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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.