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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.