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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Wings,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.