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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.