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 Russia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.