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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.