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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.