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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.