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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.