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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.