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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.