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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
ABC,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.