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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.