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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.