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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.