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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.