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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.