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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.