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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.