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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.