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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.