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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Ituana,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Faust,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.