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 France and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.