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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.