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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.