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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.