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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.