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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.