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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.