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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.