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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.