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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Franke,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.