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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.