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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.