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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.