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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.