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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.