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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.