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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.