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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.