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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.