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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.