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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.