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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.