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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Qualms,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.