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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.