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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.