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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.