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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.