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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.