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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.