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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.