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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.