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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Cameo,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.