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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.