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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.