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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.