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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.