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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Fall,
Kayak,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.