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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.