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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
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.