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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.