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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.