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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.