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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.