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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.