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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.