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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.