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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.