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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Wire,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.