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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.