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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.