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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.