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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.