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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.