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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.