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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.