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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.