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 Palau and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.