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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.