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 Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.