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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.