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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Max Romeo 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.