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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.