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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.