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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.