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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.