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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.