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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bob Dylan 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.