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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Excepter,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Unwound,
MDC,
Magma,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.