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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Can,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Faust,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.