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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Ludus,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.