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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.