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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.