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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.