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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.