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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.