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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.