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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s 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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.