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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.