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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Television,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.