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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.