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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.