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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Franke,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.