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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Faust to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.