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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.