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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Wings,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.