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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s 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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.