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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.