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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.