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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.