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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
World's Most,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.