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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.