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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.