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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.