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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.