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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.