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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.