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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.