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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Chrome,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.