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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.