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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.