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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.