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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
UT,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.