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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.