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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.