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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.