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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.