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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Smog,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.