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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.