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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Smog,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.