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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.