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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.