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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.