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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
UT,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.