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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.