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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Japan,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.