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 Sweden and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.