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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.