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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.