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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.