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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
MC5,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.