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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.