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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.