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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.