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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.