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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.