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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.