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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.