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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.