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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.