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 India and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.