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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.