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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Swans,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.