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 Greece 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.