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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.