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 France and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.