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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Can to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.