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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Swans,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.