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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.