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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.