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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.