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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.