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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.