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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Index,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.