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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
the Association,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.