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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.