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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
X-102,
Pagans,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.