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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.