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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.