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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
the Association,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
MC5,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.