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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.