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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Visage,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.