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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.