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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.