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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.