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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.