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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.