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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.