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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.