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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.