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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.