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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.