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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.