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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Wings,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.