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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.