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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.