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 London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Hoover,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.