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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Doors to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.