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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.