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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.