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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.