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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
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.